| There are so many things that have yet to kill me, but not you, because you |
| cannot kill what you don’t understand |
| I am more than the ghost you left me |
| You don’t know me, and you never will |
| All these years and I’m doing just fine |
| You don’t know me, and you never will |
| And if you’re even listening, and you thought you’d figured that you did all |
| you can, yeah I fucking know it |
| This reflection hurts, and I’ve got the scars to show it |
| So take a good fucking look at me. I have compiled bone from the rubble you |
| left me |
| So play it again and again until you’re clear |
| You’re not a man, you’re a fucking disgrace |
| No tears for when you die |
| You’re a failure |
| There are so many things that have yet to kill me, but not you, because you |
| cannot kill what you don’t understand |
| I am more than the ghost you left me |
| You don’t know me, and you never will |
| All these years and I’m doing just fine |
| You don’t know me, and you never will |
| You’re less than nothing |
| When I think about the child that I might have, how I could make real all the |
| things that I am, not for one second could I see myself leaving |
| This is the only responsibility I could ever have |
| If I gave breath to another person, I couldn’t bear the thought of not guiding |
| their hand through this life |
| For I know the feeling of absence, it weighs on my soul, it constricts me of air |
| If I held my child in my arms, I would never, ever let go |
| There are so many things that have yet to kill me, but not you, because you |
| cannot kill what you don’t understand |
| I am more than the ghost you left me |
| You don’t know me, and you never will |
| All these years and I’m doing just fine |
| You don’t know me, and you never will |